:in between words and worlds:i.:in between words and worlds:4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With amorphous regret in my mind and genesis in my notebook I turn the page and there is the hateful etching of your name a hundred times over and over until its engraved on my wrists and under my eyelids, those crimson marks dispersing into atoms when I close my eyes, there is the slight tremble of the summer leaves and the south birds migration, there are the salmons leaping in ocean's tears and mountain's streams and there are cars whizzing by the empty voids between our words and worlds.
To you, words exist in worlds
And to me worlds live in the existence of words
But you'll only frown and turn away, and accuse me of being philosophical and boring.
Because maybe that's what I am, a cluster of clashing words,
Clashing worlds when I shut my eyes
And clashing sounds like soap water when I just l i s t e n .
In the translucent yellow of this candlelight, the lisp of words soften to words sifting above whispers, and in vain I sketch in my mind the shape of your smi
EmotionalPushing your glasses to the top of your head, you place your hands over your eyes. Sobbing violently you let out a sigh and a repressed scream. Your body begins to shake and the world around you seems to fade. The tears flow rapidly down your pale cheeks as you rock your shaking body gently.Emotional7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You wonder why you're sitting here; why you're crying; why you feel like the world is crashing down on you...
Realizing now, you have no clue. The hysterics change from tears to manic laughter. You lie back on the floor and run your fingers through your hair, laughing all the while. Louder and louder the laughs continue.
As you begin to calm down, becoming sleepy, the tears return. Now a mellow, lonely cry sounds through the room. Curling up on the floor, you cry yourself to sleep, wondering, "Where are they when I need them?"